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Music to my ears and headphones to my tears…. I fear this is the only way that you can shut me up. Rhymes And rhythms , instead of confrenta- tions within them, i rather tune you out than let your garbage noise in. protecting my piece, dont care if I miss your silly memories and repeats."Good memories" "Good moments” I hear, like they wont waste away and dissappear anyways. At least this way I can close my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi- on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie good feelings and good finds.Not always the same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so- metimes a place where it doesn't always have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't have to daydream about escaping social Pollution in defeat.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
Sound pipes and pollution
Music to my ears and headphones to my tears…. I fear this is the only way that you can shut me up. Rhymes And rhythms , instead of confrenta- tions within them, i rather tune you out than let your garbage noise in. protecting my piece, dont care if I miss your silly memories and repeats."Good memories" "Good moments” I hear, like they wont waste away and dissappear anyways. At least this way I can close my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi- on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie good feelings and good finds.Not always the same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so- metimes a place where it doesn't always have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't have to daydream about escaping social Pollution in defeat.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
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